Many of whom I taught myself and have subsequently mentored. You remindme so much of myself. A little too smart for my own good, thinking Iknew the wa... of the world before I was ten. A precocious little dickens.Also, don't you want to be around children, make friends? You seemed toenjoy yourself with my granddaughters. Sophia's been asking about youtoo. You don't want to spend your days with a fusspot of an old woman." Oh! Hi, Mrs. Feinstein, it's good to see you. Kaylee, you shouldn'thave run. 'For work.''Did you see anything in particular?''No. I need square toed, flat heeled.''Black?''Or navy. In a six.'She left to retrieve the appropriate shoes and in her absence I sat, trying to relax. She appeared again, too soon, and as she knelt before me, her dress rode up her legs to create a dark shadow between her thighs. The tension ground into my stomach.I shifted to a more comfortable position on the seat, tugging the hem of my dress down towards my knees, but my skirt lacked any Lycra. The thin layer of cotton panties was all that separated his straining cock and her soft, moist mound. Moaning softly through their constant kissing, Jana's hips pumped up and down to meet his thrusts and he pinned her hands above her head. "Oh my god, Jana", he moaned, overcome with lust, and ready to fully take her. Keith grabbed her panties at each hip and pulled them down her legs, raising them to remove the moistened cotton briefs from her feet. Now they were both naked, and Keith. Now, Bob just sat in his chair, with the TV on, but not really watching it. He was reliving all the great memories of his life with Karen, all the good times and the bad. He ate when he felt hungry, which wasn’t often and hardly moved except from his bed to the chair and to the kitchen or bathroom as required. Bob’s neighbor Steve, a local cop, often checked on him to make sure he was alright.Bob was trying to think of a way he could die and not make it look like suicide, so the kids would be.